Book 18: Village of Witches

Fallon

“Keep moving!” I shout through an absolute torrent of rain. My mind is still trapped in what feels like a dream. I have a weird feeling that I’ll wake up, and none of this will have happened. That’s one way to look on the bright side, right? That there’s a chance I’m still cozy in our bed, nestled against Zayn’s chest, warm, safe, and dry. 

Not knee deep in mud trying to walk uphill on a trail long overgrown with snarled vines and tropical, thorny plants. 

Two hundred women and older children, mostly girls, but a few teenage boys guiding grandmothers and younger siblings, follow me and Cathy up the trail. Thank the Goddess I found her, honestly. We haven’t had a chance to talk about what happened, how it happened, or how quickly things changed. All I know is that Eniana and Andy are safe in the coven’s territory already, somehow.